[00:00.00] 作词 : Bavitz
[00:18.77]Dead, men, tell no tales.
[00:21.58]Up push the daisies ‘till the soil is stale.
[00:24.07]In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sail.
[00:26.83]Mister big sleep with the carp and kale.
[00:29.95]Once upon a time in the days of yore.
[00:32.58]When the people lived fresh outta legend and folk lore.
[00:35.72]There was an old pirate who piloted a vile slang
[00:38.65]Had a bird perched on him, and swashbuckled the same
[00:41.97]Peg leg navigated starboard to port
[00:44.16]By the nautical starry night yellin' "The harbor is yours!"
[00:47.66]You should tell him where you situate the gold
[00:50.09]That is unless you'd like a vacation with Davey J-J-J-Jones
[00:53.53]Like walk the plank, for whom the shark thank
[00:57.53]Maroon the mutineers, consume the souvenirs
[00:59.59]And while the shiny spoils piled higher every year
[01:02.66]He was suffocating slow in the box of a buccaneer
[01:05.91]Ten summers prior on a night like this
[01:08.47]Crows nest saw something that float to the boats west
[01:11.60]Sword blew him a kiss, and when he focused
[01:14.28]Seen the face of an angel upon the body of a F-F-F-Fish.
[01:18.03]What the heck! Frazzled, his telescope shattered, gathered himself
[01:21.15]She was ghost, he was down the rope ladder to deck
[01:24.16]Circled the vessel 360, swiftly
[01:26.90]Found nothing in the water but salt, piss, and whiskey
[01:30.28]Yargh, heckled by the Swabies at the bar
[01:32.91]He’ll be the laughing stock of the Barbary Coast War
[01:35.84]Like “This dude either got two glass eyes
[01:38.47]Or he’s wearin’ his patch on the wrong S-S-S-Side"
[01:41.53]Now he knew what he saw, but had to prove he was raw
[01:45.40]So he raped and he pillaged and he’d feud any brawl
[01:49.28]Tried to rekindle his rep via sabers and gun smoke
[01:51.16]And vowed to always find her, though he never told his cutthroats
[01:54.28]Meanwhile, back in the now,
[01:57.51]Got a brand new skeleton crew on the move now
[02:00.19]When they aren't manning thirty burning cannons stern and bow
[02:02.76]They are prying shiny metals out your M-M-M-Mouth
[02:05.95]Okay, youth wanes, holler wisdom n disease like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed
[02:11.32]And he was achy from his boots to the feather in his hat
[02:15.51]‘Till his quartermaster showed up with a stolen treasure map
[02:17.82]One look down and leaped off the dock
[02:20.20]See if you can guess where X mark the spot
[02:24.56]The capital was buried at sea in a cursed cave
[02:26.56]Only one mile from where he'd seen the M-M-M-Mermaid
[02:29.68]Anchors up, hoist the jolly roger thank you much
[02:32.92]Day and night with his hook hands raised and clutched
[02:35.73]But see, the vitamin deficiency was strong
[02:37.91]So by the time they bumped into the island, he could barely lift his grog
[02:42.04]Crawled off the boat, collapsed in the sand
[02:44.85]Prayers in the air, seashells at his hand
[02:47.54]An area high tide so grand
[02:49.92]It's the one that put the lady of the lake on dry L-L-L-Land
[02:53.99]And I wish I could tell you that it ended happy
[02:57.05]Pretend like his bones weren’t practically snapping
[03:00.30]Pretend like her gills didn’t dry up and suffer
[03:03.11]But that's a half dead pirate and a fish out of water
[03:05.43]No lie, scouts honor, got a million more
[03:08.66]From the burgundy lighting above the Shores of Whores
[03:11.47]Before your visions of grandeur go to swell those sails,
[03:14.98]Remember dead men tell no T-T-T-Tales.
[03:17.60]Dead, men, tell no tales
[03:20.72]Up push the daisies ‘till the soil is stale
[03:23.48]In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sail
[03:26.60]Mister Big Sleep with the carp and kelp
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